I PROMISED HANABI THIS FIC. SO I WROTE IT. FINALLY.

Title: Two In The Morning
Fandom: Panic At The Disco
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: T
Warnings: YAOI GALORE. PRETTY BOYS ARE PRETTY. Oh ya. Because it’s Yaoi, I kind of killed my writing in general. IT’S LIKE CRAP ON A STICK!
Summary: There may be no Nine In The Afternoon, but there is a Two In The Morning.

When Brendon Urie came back at two in the morning, Ryan Ross could only guess that he had been at a bar. His breath and the cute girl he always came back only confirmed this.

It wasn’t that Ryan never went drinking. It was more than he knew how to control himself. Brendon did not. Ryan would sit at the bar with Brendon for no more of a reason than that he didn’t want Brendon getting beaten up.

“Common Georgy! Gimme a kiss!” Brendon slurred as he leaned in towards his friend. Ryan, being the one who was not drunk beyond comprehension pushed his friend away. Brendon pouted, “Common Ryan! Don’t you loooooove me?” He sung the word love.

“I love you, but not in that way.” Ryan did not say which way he meant. Because if he had, it would have been a waste. Brendon was drunk. He would not remember this.

“You know you love me though. Cause I love you.” Ryan let out half a smile. He almost wished that he was drunk so that they could be crazy insane with each other. But that would require either Jon or Spencer to come along so that they both wouldn’t get their reputations smashed to the ground. And they were killjoys.

“Yes. I know you love me. Now get off of me.” Ryan pushed Brendon off of him. He sighed deeply. He awaited until Brendon would attack him again.

Brendon didn’t. He didn’t make another move towards Ryan. He was still on the loveseat, his arm slung over the armrest with his other arm over the back. His right leg was hanging off the opposite of the loveseat and his left was flat on the floor. Brendon didn’t move another inch.

Ryan stared for a second, “Brendon?” He poked Brendon on his side, expecting a giggle at least. But Brendon was silent. “Brendon?” This time his voice was more panicked as he gently shook Brendon.

Then his arm moved from the back of the loveseat. His hand was under his chin and index pointed to his lips. Ryan nearly slapped Brendon when his tongue stuck out of his mouth and he faked a choking noise.

Let the drunk boy have what he wants Ryan thought. He bent over slowly and Brendon’s eyes flashed open with a grin.

Brendon’s lips were soft. They were soft and sweet. His kiss, however, was not soft and sweet. It was harsh and demanding. It could have been because he was drunk, or it could be because this was Brendon and he was much much too rowdy for anybody to control.

Ryan felt his legs kicked from behind him. He tumbled forward, falling on top of the drunk. Ryan could feel Brendon's erection through both of their pants. And suddenly, Ryan was in for so much more than he could handle.

Panic’s addictive.

AND SUDDENLY, LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF IS SO MUCH MORE IMPLIATIVE.

Fuckin' Around = Folkin' Around

Title: Fuckin' Around
Fandom: Panic At The Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: T
Warnings: Follow up fics! :D
Summary: Why is it the well-mannered boy who feels like the dirty one?

Ryan Ross was warm. Very very warm. But he also felt very heavy.

He blinked a few times, attempting to lose the just-woke-up mentality. He looked right into the face of a sleeping Brendon Urie.

I think I might have just had sex on a loveseat with my best friend in a hotel in San Francisco.. It was 10 am. But that didn’t explain why Ryan hadn’t expected this. Brendon didn’t usually ask for two separate rooms. Fuck, I’m an idiot!

Then it hit him hard. He rolled off the loveseat, causing Brendon to follow suit. A loud thud was heard and then a yelling of the word, “Fuck!” from Brendon.

“What the fuck was that for Ryan!?” He yelled loudly rubbing his head. Ryan couldn’t tell if it was from the floor or from the hangover.

“You know what the hell that was for! You know what you did last night Brendon Boyd Urie!” Ryan didn’t bother shielding his voice, if Brendon knew he was mad, then so would the whole world.

Brendon looked Ryan up and down, (or more side to side considering they were both laying on the floor) before stifling a laugh. Ryan punched Brendon in the face.

Brendon didn’t even blink, “You punch like a girl. And you know, you sounded like one last night too. Too bad there are parts of you that disagree.” Brendon looked straight at Ryan’s penis as he said the last line.

Ryan scrambled to his feet in an attempt to find his pants. “I’ll warn Spencer and Jon of you.”

“You’re going to tell them we slept together?” Brendon raised an eyebrow, not showing any attempt of getting up.

Ryan stood silent for a moment, “I hope you die.”

“You liked it.”

“I hope you die.”

“You liked it.

“I hope you die.”

“You liked it.”

“So!?”

And that was enough for Brendon.

LOLOLOLOLOL

Ryan stood silent for a moment, “I hope you die.”

“You liked it.”

“I hope you die.”

“You liked it.

“I hope you die.”

“You liked it.”


HAHAHAHAHAHA WIN!!! WIN!!! WINNNNNNNN!!!!

Sqwee. <33
It was so cute!
And funny.
:3
At the end, "So!?"

Look. I don’t know WHAT’S come over me.

And I’m sorry, but I am incapable of writing more than one-shots when it comes to fandom. That and keeping people in character.

Title: Lying Isn’t the Most Fun Brendon Can Have Without Taking His Clothes Off
Fandom: Panic At The Disco
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: T
Warnings: OOCness (Brendon especially. And Ryan’s kind of whiny sounding and acts REALLY GAY in this story... Gomen ne.)
Summary: Lying isn’t the most fun Brendon can have without taking his clothes off. It’s taking off Ryan’s clothes that he likes.

Brendon Urie stuffed another potato chip into his mouth, “I say you look better without a shirt.” He said through a full mouth.

Ryan Ross adjusted his collar one last time before looking at his friend who was watching Spongebob Squarepants on the television. “What the hell did you just say?”

Brendon didn’t turn from the TV, “I said you look better without a shirt. Maybe without pants too.” He laughed at something from the TV that Ryan didn’t exactly hear.

“I’m planning on going outside of the hotel today. I’m not going to wear just my boxers (...I guessed that he wears boxers) out in public.” Ryan stated boldly; throwing a glare at Brendon.

“I say you stay here, and lose the boxers too.” Brendon turned to look at Ryan and raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Brendon Urie!” Ryan yelled, “Would you at least try to keep your fantasies to yourself?”

“Not if they’re involving you.” Brendon answered a little too quickly as he watched Ryan’s eyes widen. “No, really. I’ll even prove it to you.”

Ryan didn’t have a chance to protest before buttons were being unbuttoned and clothes were sliding off his body. A pair of soft lips running down his jaw line. Since when did this feel good to him when he was sober?

Now not even wearing a single pair of boxers, Brendon said in a scratchy tone, “See? I told you it wasn’t that bad.”

Ryan moistened his mouth in an attempt to speak. All he could choke out at the moment though was, “I guess.”

LOL


Brendon: 3

Ryan: -7 (for denying it)

Brendon just needs to prove to Ryan that being gay isn't BAD!

Brendon: 4

Ryan: -6

OH DEAR GOD!! I THINK I JUST DIED A LITTLE INSIDE...In the good way

That last fic killed me. But the thing is..why does everyone say that Brendon Urie is gay? He's not!!

But I like all the fics!

Nice job guys!!

Title: Baketsu No Mizu
Fandom: PanicAtTheDisco
Pairing: Rydon
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryan’s supposed to meet with Brendon at their hotel in 35 minutes. But Ryan gets lost in Tokyo. And, as luck would have it, he doesn’t know enough Japanese to get back.
Disclaimer: Don’t usually do this, but I own Akasuki and Mark. And the restaurant, because I don’t think I saw it there last time.... Nothing else. Title is by Buono
Author Notes: So this came up because I was straining myself to think of a fic idea. Which is why it isn’t the greatest, nor most original. Time frame is about the year 2006. Beta'd by the lovely xleahbutt

”I’m going to stop at starbucks on the way back. I saw it a few blocks back.” Ryan Ross told Brendon Urie as they walked outside of the studio where they had just finished an interview.

“Whatever you say. Let’s meet at the hotel at 3:30.” Brendon said, kissing Ryan once on the cheek before taking off in the opposite direction.

Ryan walked up the street, surprised at the lack of people on the sidewalks. Tokyo was supposed to be one of the most crowded places, so why did it seem like he was the only person on this side of the street?

He looked around, and things didn’t seem familiar anymore. The starbucks should have just been around here. But it wasn’t. He speed walked to the nearest pedestrian bridge, stopping at the top and looking around. He found a starbucks, but he was 90% sure that it was not the one he’d seen earlier.

It didn’t matter to him; he just needed to get some coffee. He walked in the door, automatically greeted by a cashier. He understood the greeting as something along the lines of “Welcome!” But he didn’t know for sure, he didn’t speak Japanese.

He stepped up to the counter, suddenly feeling awkward, “Coffee?” He hoped it was the same word in Japanese as it was in English. Or that the cashier understood the word coffee.

He asked something that Ryan didn’t quite understand, and Ryan just nodded his head happily, agreeing. The cashier said something, and Ryan saw the price show on the screen. 350 yen, he read, assuming that what the cashier had said previously was the price. He handed him a 500-yen coin, receiving 150 in yen back.

That was pretty painless. Ryan thought as he sipped his coffee. It didn’t taste weird, so he must have ordered correctly. Sitting down, and able to think properly, he watched the people walk by.

Now it was busy. Ryan began to wonder how long he had been walking. How far he must have walked. There was a clock hanging on the wall that read 4:26. He had left the studio at 2:55. Obviously, he was lost.

He finished his coffee and stepped outside. The sun was setting and Ryan was beginning to fall into a state of panic. He walked up and down the block, hoping to find something that could help him get back.

He was unsuccessful. Deciding to be bold, he grabbed the nearest shoulder. It belonged to a teenage girl wearing a uniform. She must have been just coming back from school, “Excuse me, can you help me?” Ryan asked frantically.

She looked at him for a moment, confused before managing to say, “Sorry. I am bad at English. I help you can not.” She stumbled through her sentence, and Ryan took her word for being bad at English.

He let her go and leaned against the building next to him. He slummed to the ground, putting his face in his palms. Asking her was a bad idea, what was the likeliness that she would have been able to speak fluent English? He decided that he wasn’t going to ask anybody else, for that had been embarrassing enough.

Ryan could feel the eyes of people as they walked by, but he didn’t care at the moment. Brendon was waiting at the hotel for him, probably frantic at the fact that Ryan wasn’t back nor did he have his cell phone to call the hotel. It wasn’t like he had the number of the hotel anyways. He didn’t even remember the name.

“Hey, are you okay?” A hand shook his shoulder; it was a soft shake, a caring shake. The voice was from a young woman, she sounded concerned.

“I’m just lost and I have no wa-“ Then it hit Ryan. He looked up at the woman. She was very ordinary, straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and a very Asian face. “Did you just speak English?”

She looked like she was thinking, “I think I just might have.” Her expression changed to a look that screamed, ‘obviously’. She grabbed his arm and helped him stand up, “Just fyi, it’s incredibly rude to sit on the floor in public in Japanese culture.” Ryan apologized and she laughed, “It’s fine. You said you were lost? Where do you need to go?”

Ryan mourned the fact that he didn’t know the hotel’s name, “It’s a hotel. It’s by this huge tower thing. It’s red and the lights are on all night.” Hopefully that was descriptive enough. The tower seemed like it was a big deal considering that at the hotel’s gift shop there were shirts with the tower on them.

The woman smiled, “I think you’re talking about Tokyo Tower. Are you staying at the Prince Hotel?”

It clicked, “That’s it!” Ryan nearly jumped for joy; somebody knew where the **** he needed to go. And he assumed that she knew how to get there if she knew the area so well.

“I can help you back if you want. I mean, you’re half way across town from there. I just need to stop at Starbucks first.” She said nonchalantly.

Starbucks. Ryan hated that place today. But if it meant he’d get back to the hotel, he’d go. He followed her, the silence felt awkward to him, but she didn’t seem to mind it.

It wasn’t until they were both sitting down at a table at Starbucks that she spoke again, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ryan.” It was a safe thing for him to say, then she couldn’t go all ‘fan girl’ over him if she knew who he was.

“You know who you look like? Ryan Ross.” She said taking a sip of her coffee. **** Ryan thought as she continued, “You know, Ryan Ross from Panic At The Disco? I mean, you’re wearing the same exact thing as he was wearing at the interview today. And you look like him. And you sound like him. And you-“

Ryan cut her off, “Yes. I’m Ryan Ross. We can get past that fact if it’s okay with you. I’ll give you an autograph if you want as a thanks for helping me.”

She broke into a fit of quiet laughter, “I don’t want an autograph.” She shook her head, as she laughed, “Nothing personal, just that I don’t care for autographs.”

Ryan had absolutely nothing wrong with that; they were annoying to give anyways, “What’s your name?”

She gave no reply. Instead she averted her eyes from his. Why wasn’t she giving any reply? Then her eyes lit up and looked back at him, “You should call Brendon and tell him that you’re fine!” She pushed her phone over to him. He could tell that she was just trying to avoid the name question, but she did have a valid point.

He dialed the phone number; his fingers flew across the keys since he’d dialed this phone number so many times before. And then the phone was gone, the girl had the phone and she was smiling. What a dirty trick. And to think he used to trust her.

Apparently, Brendon picked up, “Hey Brendon. You don’t know me personally, but you’re friends with my guitarist Mark Kennedy.” There was a pause, so this girl had ties to Brendon? That made Ryan feel a bit better, but not by much, “Yea, that’s him and I also hate that habit. Back to the point, I’m sitting here with Ryan Ross at Starbucks, about half an hour away from your hotel.” So Brendon knew this girl’s name, and he was talking to her on the phone. It annoyed Ryan how he couldn’t know her name and she was sitting 2 feet away from him. “Yes, he got lost. And he’ll be waiting outside of Tokyo Tower at 6.”

She shut the phone and smiled at him, “You have a date with Brendon tonight.”

But that wasn’t the question that Ryan had. There were so many that he had. One of them consisted of ‘what the ****!?’ and another consisted of ‘who the **** are you!?’. In the end, all of them consisted of him yelling at her. But the fact that this girl had set him and Brendon up on a date made up for the yelling. It had been quite a while since they had gone on one.

Her smile stopped and she said in a sad voice, “Oh I’m sorry! I just figured you two should go out a bit more. From what Mark tells me, you don’t get out enough.”

She did sound like she wasn’t just some normal fangirl after all. Most of them wouldn’t have sounded so relaxed when talking to him or to Brendon. So he decided to cut this girl a little slack, “You seem so calm when you’re talking to both of us. Mind telling me who you are?”

She thought for a moment, “Nope. It’s not a big deal anyways.” She said as she stood up and threw her cup away. She smiled again as she motioned for Ryan to follow her. “We have to take the trains to get to Tokyo Tower in time.”

Ryan did not like being blown off like that, “And why won’t you tell me whom you are?” He was following her now, down the steps to a very crowded train station. She didn’t reply, instead she handed him a ticket.

“Use this to get into the station and to get out.” She stated simply, “And the trains are incredibly packed. It’s better now that it’s later in the rush hour, but I don’t want you to get lost. Again. Hold my hand.” She held out her hand. Ryan didn’t take it. “I don’t think you understand how crowded those trains get. They hire people to squish people into the trains. You either hold my hand or you won’t get off at the right time.”

Ryan grabbed her hand, and it was incredibly small compared to his. They put their tickets in and walked through the gates. “So far so good.” He heard her say to herself. Instead of thinking that, he thought, This is all for Brendon, so he’d better be happy as ****. Which was true.

The platform was crowded in her eyes. But in his eyes, crowded was about as much of an understatement as him saying he just ‘liked’ Brendon. “Don’t afraid to push a little if you need to.” She told Ryan.

He did. He needed to push to keep up with her. Trying to get a good spot on the train, they were in the middle of the aisle. The train was so crowded, that any fear of falling over Ryan had before was gone.

They rode for what felt like much too long for Ryan. Being squished and pushed around in a train was not something that was high on his likes list. “We get off at the next stop.” He heard her say. It was the only English thing he heard on the train, so it stood out.

The train eased to a stop, and suddenly, the girl seemed to have so much more power than she let on. They managed to squeeze through the mass of people. Ryan took a breath of the “fresh” air and smoothed his shirt, which had gotten wrinkled along the ride, “That was interesting.” He said warily.

She dropped her hand, “Welcome to Tokyo.” she said flatly as she motioned him to walk with her.

They went through the gate once more and emerged in a dark Tokyo. “You’re going to be right on time for your date!” She said with a smile, laughing lightly. She took off down the street, now expecting Ryan to follow. Which he did; he couldn’t afford to get lost once again.

And then he saw the tower. The lights that ran up each side were bright. And after the hectic day he had, they were comforting. “You know, tonight is a full moon.” She said without looking at him, “Take Brendon to the top of the tower. It’s quite romantic. As long as you ignore the other people.”

Ryan nodded, now thankful that this girl had set up this date. It had been awkward, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy about it. He could see the doors to the tower now; they were big glass doors.

“I see Brendon.” She pointed to Brendon, who was sitting on a bench eating a crepe, “By the way, I don’t know if this’ll make a difference now. But my name is Akasuki Arakaki. I’ll see you soon in America.” And when Ryan turned around, she was already going back up the street they had just come down.

But Ryan saw Brendon. And he couldn’t be happier. He walked over to him, yelling his name. Brendon looked up and saw Ryan. He threw his crepe wrapping away and bear hugged Ryan.

^_^ I like it.

Baketsu No Mizu was Friday’s fic. This fic is today’s fic. And yesterday’s fic got scrapped. It was about Ryan’s car needing a carwash, and Brendon was going to take it to the nearest cheerleader car wash. And Brendon was the only cheerleader that showed up. :D Brendon’s a dirty boy. :DDDD

Title: Cold Coffee And Snow Covered Hoods
Fandom: PanicAtTheDisco
Rating: K+
Warnings: Implied Joncer! :D And they’re probably both OOC.
Disclaimer: Oh dear lord, it’s so false. Because last I heard, Spencer and Haley were still together.
Summary: Jon’s broken up with his boyfriend, but he says something that makes Jon wonder...

Jon Walker gripped his coffee a little tighter subconsciously, his head still spinning.

He’d just (well, but now it was a few hours ago) broken up with his boyfriend. But their breakup had been civil. There were no swear words yelled, no tears spilled. But Alec had told him things that confused him.

Alec held Jon’s face in his hands, “Now listen to me Jon, I’m’ not breaking up with you because I don’t love you, but I’m breaking up with you because somebody else loves you so much more than I do.”

Jon was puzzled as to who this other person was. He didn’t know many of Alec’s friends and Alec’s didn’t know many of Jon’s friends.

“Brendon told me what happened.” Jon looked up. Spencer Smith looked at Jon back, his eyes were sympathetic, and he was also holding a cup of coffee. Spencer handed him the cup, “Yours looks a little cold.” Jon hadn’t even realized how little heat was left.

They exchanged cups and Jon took a sip. The warmth felt amazing as the coffee went down. “Thanks.”

Spencer brushed the top of Jon’s hood. He watched the snow fall, did that all fall while he’d been sitting here? How long had he been here?

“You’re going to get sick if you stay out here. You know that right?” Spencer asked. Jon was thankful that Spencer was the type that didn’t ask if he was alright and sh.it like that.

It was how Spencer was; he let you tell on your own time. And so they sat in silence.

“I don’t even know what the hell Alec was talking about.” Jon spat out after a while, “Somebody else loves you so much more than I do.” Jon mimicked Alec’s voice, angrily. But he wasn’t mad at Alec. He was mad that he couldn’t figure out who this other person was.

Spencer listened, and thought for a moment, “I don’t know Jon. It’s pretty straight forward.” There really was no easy to tell him that, even though Spencer tried. His attempted humor always helped Jon feel better.

“No sh.it Spencer. I’m not mentally retarded. I just have no idea who the fu.ck he’s talking about.” The way Spencer took this situation so lightly aggravated Jon. He’d been there when he and Haley had split up, and he’d been serious. Had it been so hard?

The hatred that poured out of Jon’s words amazed Spencer, he’d never seen his friend so upset. “Look, I was just trying to lighten the mood. You’ve been sitting on a bench in the middle of a park in Chicago for 3 hours. I figured you might be a little more open. Call me if you want to actually talk.” Spencer stood up and brushed the snow off his beard.

And without consent, Jon grabbed for Spencer’s hand, “I do want to talk.” Jon only wanted to talk to Spencer, because Spencer was the best listener than he knew. And because Jon now had an idea of who Alec had been talking about.

LOOK. MORE TODAY FIC.

I was looking in the fridge, and this fic just started writing itself. It’s a drabble!! And therefore, it’s not as serious. This entire fic is a flashback. Italics are the present.

Title: Strawberries
Fandom: PanicAtTheDisco
Rating: K+
Warnings: Rydon Chocolate strawberry abuse! DDD:
Summary: “What’s your favourite fruit?” Brendon and Ryan both knew the answer to this one, “Strawberries!”

Brendon liked to eat his strawberries straight from the carton. He’d take the strawberry, dip it in the chocolate sauce, and eat it. It was a habit that he’d picked up from an old girlfriend. He didn’t remember her name anymore, but he loved the way she ate strawberries.

Ryan liked to pick the best strawberries, put them in a bowl, core them and then eat them. He hated eating around the leaves, and he hated throwing away the rest.

But Brendon loved strawberries. So much, to the point that having Brendon over and having strawberries in his refrigerator was just asking for him to be strawberry-robbed.

And so when Brendon came over, he asked Ryan where he had hidden the chocolate sauce. Ryan showed Brendon where it was, without hesitation. And Brendon was a little suspious, but it seemed to be fine. So when Ryan was watching TV, he heard a loud hacking noise from the kitchen.

“Holy sh.it Brendon, what the hell was that?” Ryan called from his living room. Ryan tried hard not to smile as Brendon walked out of the kitchen.

He held a chocolate dipped strawberry in between his fingers, “That does not taste like chocolate sauce! What the hell is it!?”

Ryan began to laugh, unable to hold it after looking at Brendon’s furious face, “Its chocolate sauce! It’s just sugar free chocolate sauce! And suck it up Brendon; sugar free chocolate sauce is the least of your worries.”

“Fine then, you eat it!” Brendon yelled as he aimed the strawberry for Ryan’s mouth.

They struggled for a moment, Brendon intent on making Ryan eat the disgusting chocolate strawberry, and Ryan trying his hardest to keep Brendon away while laughing.

And then the strawberry slipped out of Brendon’s hand. It landed on Ryan’s thigh, staining his brand new pants. It was suddenly silent.

Brendon reached for a napkin, an unused one leftover from Ryan’s dinner last night, and began wiping the stain away.

And then he looked. The stain wasn’t even 5 inches from Ryan’s crotch. Now the silence had turned awkward.

They looked at each other, eyes locked, and smiled. Then their lips touched.

The reporter asked simple questions, survey type. Favourite colour, favourite animal, favourite song, typical questions. “So what’s your favourite fruit?” She asked, completely serious.

Brendon and Ryan’s eyes locked, a smile emerging. They both knew the answer to this, and if on cue, they both yelled out at the same time, “Strawberries!”

^_^ SUPA KAWAII!! Hahaha... I luff it... *hugs*

Amazing. Simply divine.

It's one of my favorite Panic at the Disco collection of fics, if not my favorite. Great job. ^_^

Im Lovin IT!
I Love PATD
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lol I LOVE :kicking: :victory: :kittylove: :music: :) :fan: Strawberries TOOOOOO

HEhE

Please write more. ^_^

I have more PATD stuff. It's in The Las Vegas Boys Project topic. Although I only have chapter 1 posted.

HAI BBS. I HAS A NEW FIC. But you have to go to my fic journal to read it because it's specially formatted.

SO OFF TO FAIRYTALE LAND!!!

Ahaha. Fairytale land?